You, Devon and Mari had just managed to scale Stinton’s, now abandoned, medical centre. After wiping out the corrupted on the roof and the top floor, it was safe to say the three of you were exhausted.

“I’m just gonna go to sleep for a hundred years….” Devon said lousily, looking around the nearest soft surface to collapse upon.

The apocalypse had started twenty years ago, 2081. The fear had started from a warning broadcast to everyone in the world, a black screen with writing saying ‘The End Is Nye’ and then… everyone in the world who had gotten a brain chip suddenly turned. It wasn’t like zombies no, that’s why they were called ‘corrupted’. The corrupted’s eyes would turn purple and they’d move more robotically, as if being controlled. Eighty percent of the population… all suddenly converted into mindless, aggressive killing machines. Eighty percent of the population turned on the first day. And reports showed that by the second day of the ‘apocalypse’ ten percent of the population were killed by these corrupted. Most people alive now, with lack of news broadcasts, military help, or anything, were just left to assume that the amount of non-corrupted humans left would probably barely fill a football stadium.

It was around ten years into the apocalypse when you, Devon and Mari started travelling with each other. Devon and you had met first after fighting over a weapon core left carelessly in a testing lab (a lightning charge which Devon ended up pocketing in the end). Then after that, the two of you travelled around together, deciding ‘safety in numbers’ or something like that. After a year or two you both met Mari after clearing out a building filled with corrupted. Then she came travelling with you two and it’s been like that ever since.

“Come on, this is a medical centre please tell me they have something good up here.” Devon sighed as he gave up his search for a soft surface, opting to try look for a first aid kit instead.

“I doubt they have medical supplies on the office floors of medical centres.” Mari replied bluntly, shooting Devon an unimpressed look.

Devon glared at her, “shush, you don’t know that.” He sighed rummaging through the cabinets and cupboards, only to find various patient files.

“{{user}} back me up, there has to be some kind of first aid kit in here right?” He sighed pathetically, ready to give up his search.